"And when I'm rich,
And meet Bob Hope,
We'll shoot some golf,
And shoot some dope..." - Dead Kennedys
I am so fucking selling out I tell ya.
Desperate times call for drastic measures, so they say. Couldn't agree more. Better late before its way too late.
I wanna be a tool,
Don't need no soul,
Wanna make big money,
Under Nuffnang's payroll...
*my utmost gratitude to a certain HRH princess who insisted of putting some sense in me. A huge thanks!